If you are broken

even if you don’t believe, lay your body

like a prayer on the moist dark earth

be bathed in the tongues of water

springing like woodflowers 

from the rocks around you. Feel the hands 

of sun, of moon, radiant on your brow.

And night too will come, ‘dropping slow’ –

allow this. Allow this birth –

star in the eye of the universe

cell in the body of earth.

– Roselle Angwin